Against the walls hung an assortment of staves, brown-bills, (weapons then borne by the watch,) muskets, handcuffs, great-coats, and lanterns. At one moment, it seemed as if the flying bark was about to put to shore. Except for the dull eyes and the extreme pallor of his face, there was nothing else to indicate that he was deep in liquor. For a long time to come that would naturally be the theme of any story he undertook to write. But I’m going to-day.
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